The Games We Play Vol. 3 (Riley Grayson) (4 page)

Taking both of her hands into his, lacing their fingers, he pinned them above her head and positioned himself at her opening. But the heat radiating from her nearly had him coming before he even entered her. He groaned, forced himself to calm down, and then slid into her with ease. He sucked in a sharp breath, swearing his eyes crossed from the feel of her body welcoming him, her pussy wrapping around him like he belonged to it, was a part of it that had been missing for far too long.

“Oh God!” Ali’s voice was low and breathy.

“So fucking good,” Riley muttered a second before claiming her lips again. He slowly moved in and out of her, trying desperately to hold back his release that was already threatening to erupt from him. Nothing had ever felt as good as she did right now. But as fantastic as it felt, it wasn’t enough. He flexed his fingers and tightened them around hers, using their interlaced hands as leverage to push up and into her. Deeper and deeper each time he moved. Still, it didn’t feel like enough. No matter what he did, he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that she was too far away from him, that their bodies were miles apart.

Ali locked her legs around his, her feet tucked under his ass. “Don't hold back on me,” she begged. Her words continued to surprise her. She had never talked like this when she was with Pat. What had gotten into her? She was talking like Riley.

He fucked her with quick deep thrusts, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as her pussy tightened around his cock to an almost painful level. Then he slowed again. “I’m not going to rush this,” he whispered, leaving her mouth and trailing kisses along her jaw and down to her neck.

It didn’t matter how hard she begged, he was going to take his time. He had to. He needed to get rid of this constant needy feeling, of the restless tingle he got when he wasn’t close enough to her, of the gripping panic of always needing more even when he was buried balls deep in her—like he felt right now.

Then an evil thought struck him. She was at his mercy right now. He could do absolutely anything he wanted and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. He had her pinned beneath him. Riley nipped at her neck, kissing and licking at it before closing his lips around a section and sucking on it. He was consumed with the desire to do only one thing—mark her as his.

“Riley.” She moaned and arched her body, tilting her head to give him more access. She knew damn well what he was doing and she never made a single move to try and stop him, which only encouraged him even more.

Releasing her neck, kissing the spot he’d just marked, he whispered a single word he never thought he’d utter to a woman, “Mine.” Ali didn’t seem to hear him.

Like it or not, Ali was his. And even though he wasn’t ready to fully admit it just yet, he was hers, too. He’d been with enough women to know Ali was different, special, and she had the ability to keep up with his ravaging needs. She made him feel things no one else could. Veronica had come close, but she wasn’t Ali, and all he wanted right now was Ali. For as long as he could have her, he wanted her.

She was smart, sexy and the thought that he was looking at his future lover both excited and haunted him. He couldn’t explain it any better than that. He was looking at someone who was going to be in his life for a very long time. Maybe, she was even
the
one.

Riley let her hands go and she grabbed the back of his neck, bringing his mouth down over hers, biting at his lip before kissing him so deep he thought he’d drown in her. “I need more,” he mumbled, and then rolled them over so she was on top of him.

“I need, I need, I need,” she teased him.

“What do you need, baby?” There he went again with that damn pet name. He wanted to kick himself in the ass but he didn’t have the mental ability about him anymore to keep his defenses up, to keep his self-control in check so that he didn’t scare her off.

Ali wanted to tell him to shut up. Instead she gasped, “To feel you.”

“Fuck.” He needed the same thing, he thought, as their pelvises worked in unison. More and more still. It was nice to know she felt the same. “You wanna feel me, Ali?” He grabbed her hips as she began to ride him. Her juices easily slickened his dick, making it easier for her to move up and down on him. “Then feel me, baby. Feel all of me deep inside of you.”

“You feel so good,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“That’s it. Ride my cock.” His gaze was locked on her, mesmerized by the sight of her creamy skin, the luscious curves of her hips, the perfect, perky breasts that bounced with each impalement of her pussy down on his cock. He cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them, tweaking her nipples. Then he grabbed her ass, using his hold to guide her all the way down on him and hold her there while he shoved every last inch of himself into her. And for a brief moment, a fleeting second, the tingles subsided, the unquenched need was finally quenched, and his body was at peace.

“Oh God, Riley, that’s it.” She lurched forward, pressing her tight, hard nipples against his chest, her hips flexing, her pelvis grinding. His hands moved back to her hips, clutching them, holding them, guiding her up and down his shaft.

“Harder. Faster,” she panted. It was a fiercely whispered plea with a hungry, insatiable demand.

And that was all it took.

To hell with taking it slow and not rushing. She wanted him hard and fast, then that was exactly what she’d get. After all, Riley Grayson prided himself on giving women exactly what they wanted in the bedroom when he thought they deserved it, and he wanted more than anything to please Ali in every way imaginable. They’d both waited one hour too long for this moment to finally arrive. Just being with her, inside of her, was enough for him as long as he knew she was getting off and having just as much fun as he was.

He tightened his grip on her hips, his fingertips pressing into the soft flesh as he fucked her with quick, hard thrusts, his heels digging into the mattress for purchase. “Good God, Ali,” he groaned. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the first time I saw you.”

She cried out in ecstasy. “Then fuck me you bastard!” Ha! She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. Riley did bring a different side of her out and she liked it. It felt so free.

She asked for it
, he thought.

He cleared his mind and focused solely on the physical pleasure they gave each other. Riley needed to be deeper, closer, to feel his damp sweaty flesh pressed against hers. He sat upright and wrapped his arms around her back. She crossed her ankles around his waist and clung to his neck.

He scraped his teeth down her neck. She arched closer to him. “God you’re tight. So fucking tight.” This was the third time he’d been inside of her—fourth if he were to count that short amount of time when he had her pinned to his front door—and her tightness always surprised him. She must not have been with very many guys.

No matter how deep he buried his cock inside of her, it wasn’t deep enough. No matter how closely their bodies pressed against each other, it wasn’t close enough. He wanted to become a part of her, to hold her close to him, just like this, forever. It was like air brakes screeching in his head.

Forever?

Oh hell no. Riley Grayson didn’t do forever, especially not with a woman.
Snap out of it man!

“Kiss me,” she demanded, pulling him from his thoughts.

A faint smile played on his lips before his tongue sank deep inside her mouth with a hard, hungry stroke. Her pussy clenched around his cock as fiery rapture ripped through his body, exploding in his bloodstream, burning his senses and destroying his sanity.

Thank goodness she was close to orgasm because he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t come soon. He couldn’t hold it back a second longer. She just felt too damn good, and the anticipation of waiting an entire week to fuck her had nearly killed him. Her full, red lips parted on a scream that he swallowed with a kiss, and she came hard and hot around his throbbing cock. Her release was like lava singeing his nerves. She whimpered when her orgasm exploded around his cock, and this time he didn’t stifle her.

He held her tight, lashed at her nipples with his tongue, and fucked her hard and fast as she came apart in his arms. “Yeah, fuck me. Take my cock, ride it. Oh God, Ali, I can’t get enough of you.”

She clutched him with a desperation so deep he’d die if she stopped now. “Riley, I want to feel you come in me.”

This girl has damn lost her mind.

He had a condom on, he reminded himself. He’d intentionally bought the thin ones so he could feel more of her, and for a second he’d actually forgotten he was wearing one.

But through it all, his body kept moving, plunging deeper into her, dragging them both dangerously close to earth shattering bliss. “Baby,” he groaned, his cock thickening, his balls tightening with a need for release. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t stop.”

He didn’t. And she didn’t want him to.

Seconds later, he came so hard it knocked the breath out of him. Together, they collapsed into each other, limp, sated, sweaty. Riley’s fingers trailed up and down her back, his lips pressing against her neck and shoulder, peppering her with lingering, heated kisses.

He wanted so badly to throw her off of him. That was what he would do with any other woman after he got what he wanted. But this sex was different and he knew it would be extremely difficult to find pleasure like this from any other woman. He was so screwed. How the hell was he going to get himself out of this one?

Still straddling him, their sweaty bodies entwined, Ali couldn’t even find the energy to lift her head from his shoulder. No one had ever fucked her like that before and she’d never felt so satisfied in her life.
So that’s what great sex is like. And all along I thought I was already having great sex.

If Ali had her way, she’d stay just like this for as long as possible. But she had a sinking feeling Riley wasn’t the cuddling type. Any minute she expected him to shift or somehow give her a sign to get off of him. She thought maybe she should just get up before he had the chance to end the moment. It would feel a whole lot better being the one to take the initiative than having him telling her to get off of him. It was a sure way not to get hurt.

His breath tickled her neck and that was when she remembered. “Did you seriously give me a hickey?”

Riley laughed. “Yeah.”

She smiled against him, but still didn’t move. She vaguely recalled him saying she was his somewhere around the same time of the hickey action. She convinced herself he didn’t mean anything of it. He was just caught up in the moment. They both were. And when he didn’t make any efforts to make her move now, she smiled a little bigger, thinking maybe he was wanting to cuddle after all.

“Are you mad?” he asked after a moment.

“Why, should I be?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I’ll just be sure to mark you where everyone can see it. But, no.” She lifted her head and looked at him closely, trying to read his expression.

He peppered her shoulder with soft kisses, causing a shiver to shake her body. Riley hugged her tighter to him and she sighed contentedly. For the first time since meeting him, she seriously wondered if they could have a relationship. A normal one where they not only had great sex, but were also compassionate friends. Like a real couple.

Right now, he seemed so caring and attuned to her needs, considerate, like a real boyfriend would act, like Pat had acted in the early months of their relationship. If only she could combine Pat’s one girlfriend type character with Riley’s bedroom mauling, then Ali would have her perfect man. She chuckled at the thought.
Yes. That would be perfect. I need to work on him.

“Good,” he said, taking her face into his hands and making her look at him, “because I wasn’t going to apologize for it.” He grinned, and then kissed her.

It was so slow and soft and teasing she almost didn’t think it was real. At least, not real with him. He was usually so hard and dominant and sure of himself. But this was different, and it unsettled her. Perhaps he did have it in him to be the complete package she dreamed of. She’d just have to wait and see.

“In fact,” he kissed her chin and throat, “I might even do it again.” His lips brushed along the side of her neck. “Right here.” He turned her head so he could reach the back of her neck. “And here.”

Ali laughed, his lips tickling her as he spoke. “And if I say no?”

He pulled away and looked at her. “Are you saying no?”

“Mmm-mm.” She shook her head. “But you realize I get to do the same to you, right?”

His eyes widened and a sexy smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t think so.”

The sight of his soft, gorgeous eyes staring back at her, twinkling with mischief, stole her breath. Damn he was sexy.
How did I end up with a guy like him?

Of course, she wasn’t really with him. Neither of them had made any sort of commitment, but he had said “mine” earlier, right after giving her that hickey. Was he trying to tell her something without having to say the actual words? Or had it slipped out in a moment of passionate, mind blowing sex?

“Why not?” she asked playfully. “It’s only fair.”

He hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, and then nodded. “Okay. You want to give me a hickey? Go ahead.” Riley titled his head, exposing his neck.